He took a step closer but kept his hands in his pockets although it looked like it pained him to do so.

“I’m not sorry for kissing you, Mia,” he said, his voice rough. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since that night. I’ve dreamed about kissing you. I’ve dreamed about that night over and over again. But I am sorry that I did it without your consent and in our place of work. If you want to go to Carter and make a complaint about me, I won’t stop you.”

Mia put her hands on her hips and gaped at him. “You want me to report the kiss to Carter?”...